just smoke and mirrors.

“Not when it’s something I do almost every day,” Gale snapped back and pulled the bag away from her, “No shit,” He continued in the same tone, uncharacteristically harsher and ruder than usual, “Can you just leave me alone?”

Rylee had raised her eyebrow as she looked at the male, a laugh passing her lips. “Look.” Rylee begun with a monotone. “Shit happens, we all have bad days but do we sulk about it.. no.” She said with a shrug. “We pick ourselves up and dont let the day bring you down.” She added

Theo: So I am totally missing the pride vibes😭

Theo: Specifically the dancing and partying not the other more not so pleasant part.

Theo: I need drinks that glow in the dark and endless club vibes and I am off tomorrow. You down for throwing some shapes?

Theo: I intend on making Michael Flatley, Sergei Polunin, Channing Tatum and Usher jealous with my moves🕺!!!

[Minute later]

Theo: Shit! Sorry! I don't know who this is but please erase that last image from your mind and phone. I hit a wrong number.

hannah & open

a groan escaped her lips as she scooped addie into her hands and made a break for the nearest building. “of course it has to start pissing down as soon as we decide to go to the park.” the blonde let a sigh escape her lips as she looked down at the child in her arms, squirming around like it was no one’s business. “sweetie - i need you to calm down for a little bit okay? are you warm enough?” hannah’s eyes scanned the small child in her arms before wrapping her daughter up further in her own jacket. “i know you’re probably thinking i’m a bad mum for bringing her out here, but hopefully it passes soon.” 

“Oh. Very true, actually,” Merle nodded. “I would probably be in that category. I’ve never got the hang of using a broom,” she admitted. Flooing was a superior form of travelling anyway. “Loving what you do is great,” Merle smiled at the other. “I know I talk about my job all the time so that’s forgivable.” Merle nodded, “Yeah, he did. What team do you play for?”

“I mean, everyone has their specialities in the world. I suck at cooking.” Rylee said with a shrug as she listened. “What do you do for a job then? only fair I ask because I have been rambling on about mine.” She added. “Oh tutshill tornadoes” the brunette said with a proud smile.

“Th-Then why’d you st-start the conversation, Ry?” Alice asked, furrowing her brow a little, “Or ch-change the topic?” She followed after her former captain and kept pace with her.

“Come on Alice.” Rylee sighed with a dramatic shrug of her shoulders. “You act like you don’t know me.” She joked as she looked at her friend. “Or even the fact that something interesting might catch my eye, change my mind.”

“Yeah, that makes a lot of sense,” she nodded with another laugh. “Do you think you could ever imagine yourself doing anything else?”

Rylee had to think for a second; could she see herself running the icecream shop.. no she couldn’t. “You mean, stand behind a counter serving up ice cream, then the answers no.” She said 

“The back of my pants?” she blinked, trying to figure out if she’d heard the brunette right or not. “Like a note or something? What’s wrong with people?” Arya muttered, trying to reach back to try and grab whatever was in the back but struggling slightly.

“Uh here.” Rylee said quickly as she had put down her bag as she had grabbed the paper off her back. “Looks like a piece of parchiment or something.” She said “Somoenes gonna be missing something important” She joked

“Great choice,” he smiled upon her decision, “I was leaning towards this one myself.” Bentley moved to put the other away after hearing her next words, “Oh? And why would you say that?”

Rylee couldn’t help but laugh slightly. “Honestly, would you trust someone who looks like a complete mess?” She asked him, motioning to the sweater and trackpants she was wearing. It wasn’t a training day; it was a self care kind  of day.

“Only muggles? So if wizards were falling out of the sky it would be okay?” Merle asked, trying to gauge the other’s interest. “Oh, so you’re one of those people consumed by quidditch? That kind of makes sense,” she shrugged. “I can’t say I know much about the British teams. My brother was obsessed with the Sweetwater All-Stars when were at Ilvermorny, though.”

“If a wizard fell from the sky, i’d be questioning their ability to fly a broom.” Rylee said with a laugh. Of course Rylee understood, flying wasn’t for everyone. Hell, she wasn’t the best when she begun but she got there. “Well it’s my job.” Rylee said with a shrug. “So what can I say, i’m fortunate to love what I do.” She offered as she listened as she nodded her head slowly. “They’re a good team, you’re brother has alright taste” She said

At the other woman’s words, Merinda couldn’t help the laughter that escaped her lips. “Oh dear– that sounds like it got pretty sweaty,” she shook her head slightly at the though.

“Well, suppose it’s actually completely part of the trade i guess, being sweaty and disguisting half the time” Rylee joked with a soft innocent laugh passing her lips as a smile formed. 

“Nice,” Delilah replied, grabbing her bag from the floor and running to catch up with the other. Sure she had a bit of an ulterior motive for getting to know Rylee, but she might as well get some alcohol out of it too. “Three broomsticks? Or something a bit harder?”

“Three Broomsticks sound lovely.” Rylee said with a small shrug. She loved her teammates with all her heart and love but then deep down she could also be worried that they where coming after something close to her - her role as captain. Her mother had always said, keep her enemies close right. “But honestly, i’m not picky.” She added quickly

“Okay so this one is pretty cool,” he nodded, still holding up the one the other had seemed to like. “But what about this one?” Bentley suggested, using his other hand to hold up another option. “Do you like this one better or do you want to just stick with the first one?”

Rylee had blinked as she pointed to the first option. “That one.” She said with a very casual nod, followed by a laugh. “But i’m properly the worse person to ask.” She added with a shrug.

Her music was blasting so loud anyone could hear it through her earphones so it took Aryana a while to realize anyone was addressing her at all, finally stopping in her tracks. “Were you talking to me?” she asked, pulling out her earphones and turning to look at the person. 

Rylee had blinked as she suddenly realised the girl had earphones in. “Um.. you’ve got something tucked in to the back of your.. pants.” she said motioning to the girls situation behind her. “Thought you’d like to know.”

“Umm… I don’t know what conversation you were having,” Adeline said, “But we weren’t talking about the weather.”

“Oh..” Rylee said slowly as she looked at adeline. “Remind me again.” She queued the other 

“Of course,” Lyra replied, curious about the other suddenly seeming a little tense but she decided not to question it. It was none of her business. “I’m glad I could return it to you then. I don’t know about you but I rarely lose things, so when I do I totally lose my mind about it.”

Rylee had listened as she looked at the other female, glad she actually stopped her now. “Trust me, another quidditch team found it.. they would of had a fair old day.” she said with a small shrug. “Oh, i’m bad for loosing stuff.. second nature in a way.. Oh, um. I’m Rylee.” She quickly introduced herself, seemed right since this girl actually helped her out. 

“Is this you telling me that you find all Americans to be over dramatic? Because that’s a bit of a stereotype there isn’t it.” He told the other with a small shrug, though it wasn’t uncommon for people to tell him he was being over dramatic, but he had a shit life so he liked to think he had the right to be a little on the dramatic side. “I don’t think a tan is going to do that, if so me living in California would have given me all the compassion I needed and yet, here we are.”

“Oh no thats a compliment coming from me.” Rylee promised with a shrug. Rylee was dramatic on the best of occasions and their was no right or wrong way about it. “But if you wanna say its a complete american sterotype, You can have that full right.” She added. For all Rylee knew, this person could have a complete and utter shitty life and not like her who was raised with a sliver spoon in her mouth and brought up on wealth. “I was just saying even to being with, the coffee here isn’t really that great so read the room American.. i was agreeing with you.” She added